Chapter 345: Storytelling, Part 2

"Perhaps the elements saw the darkness in Gul'dan. This is a trick of fate, allowing a weak guy without any fighting skills to reach his destination after going through untold hardships, but the destination rejected him. Everything he paid for was in vain. No one can bear it."

Vashj shook her head and continued to tell the story: "The blood of demons changed the appearance of orcs. They made the orcs' faces ugly and their skin green. But the blood of demons does not only have side effects. The blood of demons makes their bodies complete and strong, with green skin extending over the taut muscles, plus increased strength. This is the benefit that the blood of demons brings to them."

"Later, Gul'dan convened a meeting and brought together the strongest of the clans. They knew what power was, how to gain power, and how to use it. They used bloody means to suppress any clan that dared to resist them. In the end, they passed a proposal to kill other clans. It was mentioned before that Gul'dan left some Draenei behind. These Draenei were the key to activating the Dark Portal. Gul'dan and the participants used the lives and souls of the Draenei to provide energy for the Dark Portal. This act of genocide eventually opened the Dark Portal for them."

"In fact, Gul'dan's goal is not only to go to the other world to kill, his goal is to make the entire tribe his own property. Gul'dan is able to grasp the hearts of the people, and the orcs have a strong self-esteem. Gul'dan uses this to make all the orcs willingly give everything they have. This is part of the secret of the First War, and you were brought here by your biological father and the Holy Mother during the First War."

Little Thrall listened quietly without saying anything. Vashj released her hand that was embracing Thrall's shoulders, looked at Thrall and said, "Your biological father is a chief named Durotan, the chief of the Frostwolf clan. Your biological mother is Draka. They were assassinated to death."

Thrall was still calm, and Vashj continued, "The Frostwolf clan now lives in the valley near Alterac. , they have no leader now..."

Thrall jumped off the bed, stood up straight and said to Vashj: "Mom, I will take my responsibility."

Vashj touched Thrall's face reluctantly and said: "But this is very difficult, there are thorns everywhere ahead..."

Thrall said firmly: "Mother, you once taught me that a man must take his own responsibilities! My biological father is the chieftain of the Frostwolf Clan. Now that the Frostwolf Clan has no leader, I should return to inherit this tribe. Since mother has made this decision, it means that this matter is good for mother. I will try my best to do it well, and I will not let you down!"

Vashj closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she had become firm and cold as Richard often saw: "Have you decided?"

Thrall nodded without hesitation.

"My request is not just to the Frostwolf Clan. There will be no problem with the Frostwolf Clan. My goal is to integrate the entire Orc Tribe."

Thrall's pupils shrank. Even though he had not participated in the war, he had heard about the strength of the Orc Tribe and the human kingdom's fear of them from various war reports and the mouths of people who had experienced it personally. The integration of the Orc Tribe would surely be stopped by all human countries in various ways at all costs.

But Thrall still nodded his head: "Mother, I am willing to integrate the orc tribe, even if it is difficult and dangerous, I don't care. I will definitely fulfill your wish!" "

Okay. Mother can't give you much help. The goblins will fully cooperate with you in terms of intelligence. The more than one hundred orc infantry on Kozan Island will also be under your command. The rest depends on you."

"Thank you, mother, these are already very helpful."

Vashj touched Thrall's head and smiled: "Have a good sleep."

Little Thrall watched Vashj leave the room and sat on the bed. The day of leaving Kozan Island was unexpectedly coming so soon. After spending the first few years in the shelter and living on Kozan Island until now, Thrall has long known that his future life will not be peaceful. He didn't know where he would take the orcs. Now Thrall was commanding them to complete the mission assigned to him by Vashj. In his life, the only people who could make him feel warm were Vashj, Taresha and Jaina. Orcs? He only had the impression of his own kind.

Thinking of Taresha, Taresha walked out of the door next to him and looked at Thrall with some worry.

"Sister Taresha."

Taresha hesitated and asked, "Thall, are you really going? This is too dangerous!"

Thrall smiled and shook his head, "I am a boy. My mother said that boys must eventually become the backbone of the family. They cannot live in a greenhouse all their lives. They must go out and explore!"

"But this is too dangerous! Humans are constantly hunting down those orcs who dare to resist, and orcs often kill humans. It is very dangerous no matter where you are! What's more, you are an orc raised by a foreign race. Will they trust you?"

Sal showed a row of white teeth: "Mother won't let me do anything that I'm not sure of. Although mother and I are not of the same race, she really loves me. She won't let me die!"

Taresha still frowned. Little Sal patted her shoulder and said, "Sister, don't worry about me. Help me pack my things. I'm leaving tomorrow morning!"

"How about...how about I go with you!"

Sal laughed: "You should stay on Kozan Island, we need you here."

Taresha touched her hair awkwardly. After she finished speaking, she realized how ridiculous her request was. If she followed Sal without any fighting ability, she would only be a burden to him.

"You...must take good care of yourself..." After saying this, Taresha turned around and packed Sal's luggage.

Little Sal sat on the bed and asked what he needed to bring. Sister Taresha would prepare clothes and other things. As for the rest... he needed weapons and supplies. He would have to wait until the store opened to buy some of these tomorrow. He had been here for so many years and had saved some gold coins...

"By the way, be sure to bring more food."

Sal laughed. He remembered how Valeera felt when she first went on a mission. Half of her backpack was filled with food. His sister often went hungry when she was a child. Now she has food with her all the time. It doesn't have to be the best, but the quantity must be enough. She also reminded Sal to bring more food when he goes on a long trip in the future. It's not pleasant to be hungry. Even if he dies, he must eat a full stomach before dying.